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Updated: May 11, 2025
A fortnight had passed, and had seemed nearly as long as a year, since Kate's return from Oldburgh, when one afternoon, when she was lazily turning over the leaves of a story-book that she knew so well by heart that she could go over it in the twilight, she began to gather from her aunt's words that somebody was coming.
A carriage had "Oldburgh" marked on it; she tried to open the door, but could not reach the handle; then fancied a stout porter who came up with his key must be some messenger of the Lord Chancellor come to catch her, and was very much relieved when he only said, "Where for, Miss?" and on her answer, "Oldburgh," opened the door for her, and held her bag while she tripped up the steps.
"Oh no! please don't go, Lord de la Poer; I do want you to know, for I couldn't have played with Grace and Adelaide on false pretences!" And encouraged by her uncle's tender pressure, she murmured out, "I ran away I did I went home!" "To Oldburgh!" "Yes yes! It was very wrong; Papa Uncle Wardour, I mean made me see it was." "And what made you do it?" said her uncle kindly.
Her father, a young clergyman, had died before she could remember anything, and her mother had not survived him three months. Little Kate had then become the charge of her mother's sister, Mrs. Wardour, and had grown up in the little parsonage belonging to the district church of St. James's, Oldburgh, amongst her cousins, calling Mr. and Mrs.
For example, I think they tell us there are three-and-fifty ancient encampments or fortifications to be seen in this one county some whereof are exceeding plain to be seen; some of one form, some of another; some of one nation, some of another British, Danish, Saxon, Roman as at Ebb Down, Burywood, Oldburgh Hill, Cummerford, Roundway Down, St.
Wardour, and she asked little frightened questions about the Oldburgh party, as she called them, which Kate answered as shortly and shyly the more so from the uncomfortable recollection that her aunt had told her that this was the very way to seem proud and unkind; but what could she do? She felt as if she were frozen up stiff, and could neither move nor look up like herself. At last Mrs.
We have already had an interview with a very admirable person, who will come down to Oldburgh with our butler next Friday, and escort you to us, if Mrs. Wardour will kindly prepare you for the journey. I have written to thank her for her kindness to you." "Mrs. Wardour!" exclaimed Sylvia.
"Oh, no, I never could! Papa was so shocked!" and she was again covered with confusion at the thought. "But," added her uncle, "it is not as if you had not gone to older and better friends than any you have ever had, my poor child. I am afraid you have been much tried, and have not had a happy life since you left Oldburgh." "I have always been naughty," said Kate.
But "the natural consequence" of the nonsense Kate had talked, about being "always allowed" to do rude and careless things, and her wild rhodomontade about romping games with the boys, had persuaded her aunts that they were very improper people for her to be with, and that it would be wrong to consent to her going to Oldburgh. That was one natural consequence of her folly.
You will jump into that calabash, and then it won't be fit for anybody. Are you so very glad?" "Oh! so glad! Pretty things do come so seldom to Oldburgh!" "Well, we thought you might like to send Miss Wardour this shawl."
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